Author Archives: sputterpub

It Wasn’t You

It wasn’t you who helped me overhaulperspective in the pits of 22years old. You gave advice, but overall,it wasn’t you. Some bar room rules you mentioned – that is true –and how to flirt or even fake a drawl.But thinking … Continue reading

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Ink

Is this compulsive, or a discipline,to daily post a poem for near four years?It had a therapeutic originin quarantine – locked in I thought for weeks,I figured I would give new forms a spin(I’d worked in sonnets for some decades … Continue reading

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Not Noisome Now

Last night I didn’t hear a ceiling sound.No thump or whimper moved me while I slept.There’s nothing musky in the air aroundme now, and nothing black & white has creptperipherally into sight. I foundno sign of skunks today to interceptmy … Continue reading

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Dawn Dreams

Twice recently I woke amidst a dreamin which I had a worry or concernabout my little girl or boy. The scenewas not a nightmare, but it took a turnof search or plan required, and betweenthe instant fade and blink, I’d … Continue reading

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Tree Sweets

Persimmons hang like orange Christmas spheresand tantalize this squirrel in the yard.She climbs and stretches so her chest appears,and bites the fruit that is no longer hardthe way it was two weeks ago. On guardand geared for predators, I take … Continue reading

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Grateful for Irritation

The theme a week ago was gratitude –eight minutes meditating on the rug.I crossed my legs in peaceful attitude,and ocean-breathed as if it were a drug.The guide said now be glad to be imbuedwith grace you haven’t voiced. I gave … Continue reading

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Scourge Surge

I’ve co-existed with the critters here –the garden is their home as much as mine –and wasn’t overbothered till this year,when building on my eastern boundary line,and now the north, has changed the biosphere.Too many skunks no longer seem benign.I’ll … Continue reading

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Five Days of Peace

For five days there was nothing on my list,and I leaned into leisure all I could,aboard my landboat sloop and comfort-kissed,admiring tile, glass, gas flames, and wood.Beginning at a luncheon with a goodold friend, I then embraced full solitude,and hunkered … Continue reading

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Belly Love by Firelight

Pre-natal yoga seemed a likely choicetoday: attending warmly to my girth.I tried to cradle belly and rejoicealthough I’m over 70 on earth,and 40 years beyond the younger’s birth.Today I didn’t hate my globe of fatthat at 16 was toned, completely … Continue reading

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Acceleration

They told me history repeats itself.I heard it from my father and in class.I found the phrase in books upon a shelf,with liberty to browse. It came to passI got it, reading fiction, history:the cruelties Dickens caught, Voltaire and Swift.I … Continue reading

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